Yes, she does.

As Elizabeth sat on the kitchen floor recuperating from her masturbation session with the cucumber still half in her twat, her mind drifted back to the final moments of being Lovable Lizzie. Suddenly the name Elizabeth disgusted her.

She remembered Steve standing in the bedroom doorway, he was holding something. But it wasn't his tiny dick. In her mind now, Steve's cock was tiny. She remember big, thick, veiny dicks of all colors shoving in her cunt, in her ass, in her mouth and cumming on her face. She moaned slightly.

She had to re-focus from cocks to what Steve held in his hand. Her thoughts became muddled as she started remembering the first huge thick black cock fucking her.

"No, what did that tiny-dick husband have in his hand if it wasn't his cock which eh would jerk off as she fucked and sucked," Elizabeth thought. Again her mind was wandering to vivid sexual exploits that never happened.

She could feel herself become horny again. Her mind was losing focus again. "Cock," she blurted out. "Wait, it rhymes with cock. A rock. He was holding a rock. And he was wishing."

Pleased with herself for remembering, Elizabeth allowed herself to suck and lick the cucumber as she fingered her sopping wet pussy.

She came again.

In the moments of relaxing from cumming, Elizabeth remembered that her son Jeremy (who she recalled taking his virginity and forcing him to suck cock with her) told her about a package before a phone call from someone she didn't remember.

The rock must have been the package.

And Steve said something before everything vanished.

"He said he wished everything was back to normal!" she cursed her tiny-dicked husband.

She now recalled laying in bed with huge tits and cocks and pussy and booze and **** around her in one moment. And the next standing in the kitchen with her pert little boobs in a dress with a piercing or tattoo and no cock or pussy in sight.

Lovable Lizzie was going to get that rock from her husband and she knew just how to do it. Her sexual repitoire was still locked her in her mind. She stormed out of the kitchen in search of Tiny Dick.

She found he relaxing in front of the television.

Getting the rock from him would be easy. A simple blow job and he'll never notice it slip out of his pocket into her hand.

Elizabeth sauntered up to Steve.

"Dear, you look like you had a rough day. Is there anything I can do to make it better for you?" she said.

Steve smiled and nodded.

Elizabeth dropped to her knees in front of Steve.